Woman Dominating Man Novels & Stories

he began, making a conscious effort to sound less shaky. The man in white let out a thoughtful hum, placing his fork down and reclining in his chair. He pushed it back, assuming a posture of dominance, legs spread wide as if he held dominion over the entire world. Then, he took hold of the hand of the dark-haired woman and guided her onto his lap. Uncomfortably, she complied, sitting as instructed. She refrained from shedding another tear, simply sitting there like a lifeless doll, stifling the muffled screams of her sister in the background.

When that woman made mention of the dead young Alpha, could it be that he did something bad and they were looking for a replica or… The huge doors that swung open cut short my thoughts, the woman from earlier coming into the hall but this time she had company. A man and a woman, dressed gracefully yet their eyes were sulken—Like they have been wailing. With the aura that swirled around them. They didn’t seem like normal wolves. The Alpha and Luna? The moment the woman’s eyes met mine, she froze, her shoulders sagged and she bursted into tears, slipping into the arms of the man who stared at me in horror.

he gripped her wrist, his hold a hot, tight ring, a shackle of bone and flesh holding her to his will. She slapped him, and he recoiled in shock. Her teeth bared in a snarl. “No. You don’t get to handle me like that,” she snarled. “You don’t get to threaten me, Raven. Would you speak to your mates, touch your mates that way? No. Just because I’m a woman, don’t think you can alpha your way into dominating me. I am the Domme in this relationship. F-k off.”

When he opened it, there was a video of a man and woman entwined, both of them without clothes on. The woman was moving constantly on top of the man, humming a cry of pleasure from the corner of her mouth, while the man was lying beneath her body, his eyes vacant. This couple of a man and a woman was Larry and Wanda.

My voice is low and wary. “Just sit, Red,” he says gently, guiding me toward a chair. Instead of letting me sit alone, he pulls me into his lap. His arms lock around me as though to steady me for what I’m about to see. One of the women is visibly pregnant, her hand resting protectively over her stomach. Around her throat glints a heavy metal collar, it's more like a necklace, but it carries weight, purpose. The man beside her has the unmistakable bearing of a Dominant, calm and controlled, the kind that fills a room without raising his voice.

In a dimly lit room, sheets whispered as bodies slithered against each other. A woman in a black leather dominatrix suit and a mask that covered her entire head and face grinned at the man, legs splayed apart on the bed. Her teeth glistened in the dark, a beacon point for the man's glazed eyes. He couldn't take his eyes off her, even as the leather whip in her hand cracked in the air. “Fuck!” he groaned huskily as it landed sharply on his chest.

The woman stuttered. The man scoffed and stood up from the bed and walked towards her, with every step he took she felt a piece of her die from fright, he bent over her and she curled into a ball and sobbed. "You thought you could get through me? You thought I was your dog so you touched my hair? You're trying to ascertain your dominance?" The man asked angrily. The women went on her knees and begged for mercy. "Alpha Grey, please forgive me, I'd never think of such. Please forgive me." The woman begged.

But he liked it when a consenting woman showed a hint of apprehension, which was not the same as fear. The real pleasure for him as a Dom was being with a woman who trusted him completely but didn't necessarily trust herself to give in to the pleasure right away. The woman's inner struggle to finally let go was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. If Little Mac wanted to go to Russia, she had to prove she could take anything and surrender to the feelings she hid within herself.

The other occupants of the room crouched against the walls, trembling in fear as they watched the man that was fucking one of them in the middle of the room. It wasn't long before he finally pushed himself deep into the woman and then pulled out his wet cock. Abruptly, the man shoved the woman to the floor, and Dolores flinched, leaning back against the wall behind her. The woman's tear-filled eyes met Dolores', a desperate plea upon her lips. Dolores hesitated, her gaze drawn to the intimidating Black man overseeing the proceedings. Deciding against assisting the woman, she began to crawl away, but a vice-like grip seized her right leg.

I can't help wondering if this is the Dom who left him. I squeeze in between two men in front of us and inhale sharply when I see what all the fuss is about. It's Damian in full Dom mode, and fuck is he sexy. The large butt plug in his hand makes me squirm. He has a woman draped over a spanking bench. She's writhing and moaning loudly. He separates her ass cheeks while massaging the plump orbs. Her body is lush and beautiful. She's not one of the wafer thin subs that I expected him to work with. It hits me. The sub has red hair and a similar body to mine. Damian is paying me back in spades. A scream rings out from the sub when Damian runs the butt plug along the crack of her ass. She is beha